I would love and cuddle that cockroach. I'd probably end up going quickly insane because I would stress over the cockroach's well being. I would worry about feeding it. I'd worry about it's comfort. I'd worry about it leaving me. I'd feel bad for using impersonal genderless pronouns like "it" because really, how do you tell a cockroach's gender? I'd probably eventually end up feeling bad that the cockroach was stuck in solitary with me and end up plotting way that it (he, she?!) could escape. Huh, now that I think about it, maybe I should just let the poor little guy go in the first place?
Flick it away, fucking dirty cockroach. The only reason I wouldn't squish it is because it would make a dirtier mess that I'd have to live with.
Did you know there are two main types of cockroach? The smaller ones live off the waste of the bigger ones? Meaning they're twice as disgusting.
I asked my friend this and she said: Solitary confinement would probably allow my imagination to invent friends of its own...so I guess that means the roach would die!!! My answer: I'd maintain a 'come and go as you please' friendship and hope it came back everyday and I'd name it 'boss'. To cockroach: "Hey boss!" Cockroach *runs around...stops....runs away* To cockroach: "Cya boss!"